This is a song about "Emma s"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

It´s the battle of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Bad, just like an 80's car

You get close but no cigar

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.