This is a song about "M blanche"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Together all the timethought it was true love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

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

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

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Here i go again, falling in love again

Emcee m b, remember the name.