This is a song about "Collapse"

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

If i see any more desks imma collapse,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

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

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Know it good when she go no hands