This is a song about "Emma s panties"

Make the ladies' panties fog

And i listen to thought

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

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

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

They're panties melt when they see me smiling