This is a song about "Emma cornet"

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Fly as ricky steam boat

There's a quote that note

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Like any girl walking down your hallway hearing smack smack.

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Guns so big my barrel is a double muzzle

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

Try to jack and i will attack