This is a song about "Eminem diss"

Well that aint gonna stop me, they made magic with eminem

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Cold, my style making my nose run

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Like eminem but in my time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

No not eminem this is fucking slim davy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

But you hate them navel kisses

Don't realize this is a diss

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Eminem hop tech n9ne and pac