This is a song about "Em"

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Well man i do the yacht

Studied up and i passed ‘em

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Started writin lyrics, now i spit em,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I tell em sparks got em i aint gotta diss em again

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Fuck the constitution im a shoot em take over n loot em

Un tamed flow be shocking em

Made a million with the pen