This is a song about "Emma cornet"

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

And in fact i can’t deny

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

The devils stuck with this never hearing hero

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

So please understand this message i'm peeping in your ear

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Gonna take a slide to the wild side with a cup full of pride

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening