This is a song about "Emojin collins"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Shake junt, get buck my friends

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Educate yourselves, of africa

We finna smash you into the curb nigga

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup