This is a song about "R m clique"

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

U r the ass who made me learn...

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Of masc to the field and double to the r

When i step up out the maserati car

M v p like steve nash

...that's all i have