This is a song about "M and ms"

Is written in our souls, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

I told you i'm a beast so on this this rap i'll teach

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

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"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...