This is a song about "Random eminem type shit"

Got an independent business mind

It feels random all is undefined

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Beasting see me, me, i'm the mc on some run-type shit

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Just let me type this psycho shit real quick

I never crack i got that chap stick

This type of shit goes on everyday,

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The type of shit that causes mass confusion