This is a song about "Ms lee"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Like bruce lee said,give your whack rhymes a smash

Rolling while im blowing this stash

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

But seemingly believe it though

I think i just heard ms cleo

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love