This is a song about "The m"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Into the ground every day in every way, i'mma bash ém

In the caravan with some latin bitches

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for