This is a song about "M ms"

She's known as ms. understood, but she stood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

I work hard for everything i get

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

It ain't nothing though

Thinks they can play in my m-o

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

Choose the smoothest truest bleakest speechless out of reach

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