This is a song about "R m"

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

You just talkin' burners 'cause your a and r said so

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

L y r i to the c

The good kid from the ugly city

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

To whom it may concern

U r the ass who made me learn...

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4