This is a song about "Emojin collins"

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

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