This is a song about "Donuts white hoes insane eminiem shit gats bimmer"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

We're insane like little white dudes rocking a ‘fro,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

When people read my shit they go insane, when they hear yours they yawn

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Feeling kinda insane

He don't do the same

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts/

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight