This is a song about "Old men"

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Nastiest over-limit went men

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Babies turn into shooters

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

They'll never become better men

Made a million with the pen