This is a song about "Ass to ass"

Run for cover and return fire

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

It like you expect catereers to care for yo ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

They actually got me to get off my ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Don’t need to shake my ass for you

And word i blew off herb i grew

To liberate yourself, africa

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail