This is a song about "Ms zippo"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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