This is a song about "Random eminem type shit"

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

//just some random freestyle shit that i might record to better my delivery

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

This type of shit goes on everyday,

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it