This is a song about "S m"

So let me tell you about this guy

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Emcee m b, remember the name.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Thinks they can play in my m-o

That kevin love flow

Rated "m" for mature,

And i don’t need a cure

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get