This is a song about "Hatong eminem"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Catch you up on places i've been

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

//(eminem hops right after i say hopping)

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Even passing out that eminem guy

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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