This is a song about "Mira s earlobe"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Here i go again, falling in love again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

In 2 to 6 hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Earlobe listening to these so called emcees i think being

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow