This is a song about "My slong"

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

They say nothings ever free

These my rhymes and my story

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Yeah bitch this date's done

Grab my knife and my gun