This is a song about "Eminem"

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Come get some, you little bum

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Fucking the real bitch, rhianna? beyonce? am i gay, fucking eminem?

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I am the legacy, the only think above is our god, eminem.

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

You'll think your the next eminem why?

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

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