This is a song about "Emma s"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And that´s how it has begun

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Don't go to far

Bad, just like an 80's car

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!