This is a song about "Eminem looking face"

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Like eminem but in my time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

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

//(eminem hops right after i say hopping)

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Oh i can't believe it, finally i'm battling eminem

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

For the outlawz, here we come

Malcolm sex, the next eminem