This is a song about "Credit"

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

While guys were wastin time credit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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