This is a song about "Emma s"

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

The outline which you n****s out dated

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

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

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death