This is a song about "The children sleeping emma go outside and babies crying told alive"

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

I looked outside and saw the red and blue

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

My uncle pulled me to the side

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

The devil is alive and wreakin havoc

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

I was gonna write you a poem today

The best of the best, emma rae.

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize