This is a song about "My nigga johnny millionz spit rhymes like marshall"

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall

Cause this album pack enough evil

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

But spit them rhymes like me , couse i aint never ever wrong

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

When i spit, throwing rhymes at you like a pitcher/

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

The nigga gettin pussy just bustin his rhymes