This is a song about "Credit reports"

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

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Get my usage reports like this is cnn

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

While guys were wastin time credit

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him