This is a song about "Eminem ain t got nothing on me"

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

You aint got nothing on this rap

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You must be hungry cuz you ain't got nothing else on your plate,

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

You even introduced me to eminem

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them