This is a song about "Death eminem and guns"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Hope all over again, we can start

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

// [hook: eminem and lil wayne]

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big