This is a song about "Pooping on emil"

When you took my hand up so calm

And just keep livin on

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

"hurry up, the cams on,

My sim card's the bomb

You cant grab on whats on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Do it, okay, okay

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Man it goes on and on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom