This is a song about "Emma s"

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Gotta say it was a good day

The best of the best, emma rae.

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people