This is a song about "Con men"

I had never fit in with the men.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And do i need to mention when

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Nastiest over-limit went men

Always on some new shit cnn

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

And it rules everything around them