This is a song about "My bestfriend emily"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Trying hard to speak and

My streaks my testament.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him