This is a song about "Emma cornet"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Reminisce on 'hood memories, we had the rank same,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

School just finished it's time to party

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big