This is a song about "M m s"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I never use a fork i always spoon her

M v p like steve nash

Baby got that super bass

I"m the designated driver

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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