This is a song about "Shady a"

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

I look up to slim shady

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

I was a nobody but now i'm the embodiment of slim shady

The black clone of slim shady

I’m a hustla, baby

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes