This is a song about "Little m"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

M v p like steve nash

Why probe our ass

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I"m the designated driver

The ice ain't really nothing to her

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

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"