This is a song about "Get like m"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Say bye bye to her

Get thumbed up like a poster

And i don’t need a cure

Rated "m" for mature,

Kick back and know yo son set

Like fuck it, that's what you get.

I get stiff like constipation

Got me rushed to the station

She probably had a reason though

Thinks they can play in my m-o

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed