This is a song about "A girl called emiy"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

Always called a small dick you won't even notice their boner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Ay yo you wonder who i are

That is called being a problem setter

Gotta go, let her leave

By a gang called the police