This is a song about "Mile s ripped his pants"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

I literally almost shit my pants/

Been spending most our lives

When i ripped the lyrics

Like in 8 mile/defy the odds/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

He can sing, not ripped apart,

See, and now life seem hard

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch