This is a song about "Emojin collins"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

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

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

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

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

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/