This is a song about "Shady mi name"

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

I'm breathing for a purpose

Shady, he's got nothing on us

I swear they think i'm crazy

The fiends supply the shady

Shady but at night i relapse

And all she wants is to dance

Must be something you want me to see

Alright, i'm goin' full slim shady.