This is a song about "Being mis judged"

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

So much to say a scrabble game

Being broke is to blame

I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd psalm

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Or was i just a desolate being

I was born to do the damn thing

Fuck being counterfeit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Everyone deals with it, eminem was judged cuz of his race