This is a song about "U call me emo"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

U thought me a fool,u sit in a pool..

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Ur mother had the nerve to call u hers

U could call me names but theres not a name i havent heard

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And phlo finister teaching me how to hide my emo-tions

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom