This is a song about "Pooping on emil"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

"hurry up, the cams on,

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Maybe we shoulda held on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

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

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

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

They pick on him and step on him

When you strive for perfection