This is a song about "Credit"

But yall won't give me credit, like you have a lot of debts to pay

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

While guys were wastin time credit

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip