This is a song about "Pooping on emil"

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

Said when i do dirt wit her

Your on fire.. your on fire

That's word to my mom

Maybe we shoulda held on

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

100 percent on everything and on my team

Full of shit, like i ate that john

"hurry up, the cams on,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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