This is a song about "Ms mills"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

She's known as ms. understood, but she stood

She probably had a reason though

I think i just heard ms cleo

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

My reservation is to make some mills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips