This is a song about "Mice and men"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

Grab out paper and pen, i'm breaker o' men, whoops...

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

To condescend, disassemble, diss or vent and give or send men that paid off mortgages

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Bet i get like 8 of them

Talking about the god you serve

And the old men snore at marshall mathers