This is a song about "Emily pretty"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

This rap was pretty shit,

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Man i'm getting pretty tired

Yeah i know, but sometimes, you're pretty whack.

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Ive got it pretty hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

On they twitter writing novels, see

With the pretty little lady

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

Due to my underselling no i did not get that bentley