This is a song about "Emily mayne"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

So listen to me and you'll never be the same mayne

Mayne, all for me its the plan

Still the man with the pan

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

And she gives them a blow

Now that's what you call a game

That just the chorus mayne

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

All these people are makin me really mad mayne

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth