This is a song about "Collapse"

Collapse, recovery, relapse eminem's 2 album titles in a cliche

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?

If i see any more desks imma collapse,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Then i collapse right on top of my desk

Might as well get it off yo’ chest