This is a song about "Emma s"

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Bad, just like an 80's car

She prayed on me passing that bar

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

But somehow it made them listen

And that´s how it has begun

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get