This is a song about "Sensation"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Demonstration of such mutilation what a sensation

It's a similar sensation/ as my mind is completely vacant

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Brace hard for impact and a new sensation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

To this slim shady sensation

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

It's only one motivation,the new sensation

It gave him chills and sensation just to keep his preservation

A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation

But a microphone sensation

Or babies they raisin