This is a song about "Emojin collins"

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

I need my rap fix, like a nympho needs the dick.

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I can buy your girl anyday for a 20...benson,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But r u sure cause u make me daisy