This is a song about "Emma short"

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I reel them in, goadomes on see

His high is still really short to me

My mama smoked so god damn much

Life's to short to always hold a grudge

What's that? my lines are short? how's this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

The best of the best, emma rae.

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Shit, i'm makin' this mic short circuit,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Best be prepared for the outlaws