This is a song about "Ms pop"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Only real niggas stay on top

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Pop you like a pimple

Baby girl my stroke official

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech