This is a song about "Ms"

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

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

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Hit the club she drop it low

I think i just heard ms cleo