This is a song about "I want you back no swearing"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

I want to go back to when eminem was slim

Get you high, keep it on the low

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I only want you, and no one else, even though you give me headaches,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back

And my bank account look just like a phone card

No more traffic you can go any way you want

They can never hold me down

I don't want no fucking crown