This is a song about "Brothers from 8 mile"

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

From who knows what brothers don't bother

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Why you boasting, end up choking, like eminem on 8 mile when the black dude

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

So they taught me to spray

Into the green mile, coffin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Run for cover and return fire

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

Let there be made brothers,

They slowly showin they colors

This is not the 8 mother fuckers no its the 9 mile

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while