This is a song about "Mya"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

And these artists don't need me they already rich

And i clam up {*wham*} i just slam shut

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Tryin to charge me for misdemeanor, as i give her a cleveland steamer

But this is a sickness on the world, i call it a fever/

It's not making sense to you right now but

And i clam up {*wham*} i just slam shut

I'm goin hard and i ain't playin like sega genus,

I'm goin hard and i ain't playin like sega genus,