This is a song about "Credit"

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So give credit to my lack of ethics as you're dropping your jaws.

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score