This is a song about "R m clique"

History, like yo clique will be

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Bring your pen and your weed stash

M v p like steve nash

Don't attempt to contradict my clique, yeah we may be ignorant

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Emcee m b, remember the name.

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

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

The government officials is rude in the district

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Man you can't join my clique if you can't attract the chicks