This is a song about "Con men"

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

Riding around with ms. reece and them

They'll never become better men

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

And more than confident

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.