This is a song about "Get emotional"

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I've reached my emotional limit

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

Ain't there to help when caught in an emotional whirlwind

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

This prada make me shallow

Can't get a even get slow.