This is a song about "Getting men"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

The user not the one of the middle men.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

Nastiest over-limit went men

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Talking about the god you serve

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Enemies getting closer.

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them