This is a song about "M m s"

I ain't talkative neither

I"m the designated driver

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

This a lil change trick

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds