This is a song about "Emojin collins"

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

I see people like martin n' x

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

We don't believe you, you need more people

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Myers, give me hacksaws and pliers