This is a song about "My emo"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Flyer than the rest of them

My words are my rhythm

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Emo, wasting you’re time commenting shit on other’s videos,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Just a whiney emo kid getting pissed off

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

But i will gladly go back to my emo rap