This is a song about "Emily graph"

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Ran outside to see the big show

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

I know u know i like emily but i like to play it friendly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.