This is a song about "Romam emperor"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Im actually, pissed off at these laws if money shines bright we'd be the moth

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

And i can't help but stare, cause

You ain't gotta worry no more

Emperor, hotter than an embers core

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Assaulting cops i'm attracted to my pen like a moth

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Couple grand when i rock the night

Emperor, hotter than an embers core

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for