This is a song about "R m clique"

Plus i'm down with a sick tight clique precisely picked

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Talk shit about the clique,

Nightmare on any street

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And now that i’m getting money

Rep my clique endlessly

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

M v p like steve nash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last