This is a song about "Emma s"

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks