This is a song about "M m rap"

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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"

I"m the designated driver

And there's little to be glad for

I’m effervescent, just ask them

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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