This is a song about "Emma cornet"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

I’m saving major loot

Go home fuck you play a flute

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Carolina where i made it from

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat