This is a song about "Ms thomas"

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

But i let off everything i have

Although thought that we would grow

I think i just heard ms cleo

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect