This is a song about "Hailie mathers"

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

They all the same, sayin i'm imitatin the mathers,

Still the man with the pan

Mr mathers is the man

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Until me and mathers just got intertwined

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

To see me spit like mathers

I reel them in, goadomes on see

On "i'm back" from the mathers lp

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

57. your style is shit and so's your diss on mathers,

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Better yet they work my every nerve