This is a song about "Pooping on emil"

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

100 percent on everything and on my team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Or something that you paid for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Relying on myself

I like rollin' with friends

Maybe we shoulda held on

That's word to my mom

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her