This is a song about "R m clique"

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

And there's little to be glad for

I"m the designated driver

Of masc to the field and double to the r

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

M v p like steve nash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

A military mind mean money

L y r i to the c