This is a song about "Emma s"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

They at the same spot they making no progress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

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

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free