This is a song about "Emma smith"

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And i don't rely on no bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

The best of the best, emma rae.

I can't keep running away

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence