This is a song about "Emot"

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service