This is a song about "Overcoming the odds"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

I'm a platter full of odds and ends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Like in 8 mile/defy the odds/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Odds stacked against me like ten to one,i've never been the one