This is a song about "Sailor man"

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

So complex this header man

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Weed i can't pronounce man

If he got half a man,

Them niggas newbie bang

You gotta understand man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

I'm immature as fuck, and i swear like a fuckin' sailor,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The illest i wrote man

So part of the plan

But let me inspire someone who can

Mr mathers is the man