This is a song about "Credit"

Foolish, i be on that new shit

While guys were wastin time credit

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Unlimited credit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good