This is a song about "Defy the doubt"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

It's ridiculous, people defy greatness with bitterness

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Like in 8 mile/defy the odds/

Or this music will be dead, no doubt, i need to lock the ruger,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I defy two-ply and pry for the shy and take back the cry with no trie

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

When rapping on the couch i never think doubt,

I've got nothin' to worry about

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Give the new rappers a subject to rap about, and they'll give you a doubt//

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt