This is a song about "Emma cornet"

My heart exists as a miracle organ pumping death throughout my body,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

He been waiting for his connection to come

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Someone blow the whistle,

And tend to think irrational

Radical larry, party, and bullshit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

But usually when i speak up it goes in and out the other ear

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear