This is a song about "Or shet"

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Or two. or maybe three?

I swear they think i'm crazy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Emotional or physically

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

You just working with the scraps you was given

That ride or die anytime, threw thick or thin,

Skill or authority

What them tippers don't see