This is a song about "Shady shit"

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

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

I look up to slim shady

All i want is you baby

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

As many grains of salt as bacon

Of this new slim shady caucasian

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To the big leagues like dr.dre,slim shady

Watch the ones that are shady,

What them tippers don't see

Shady, he's got nothing on us

I'm a magician so please focus

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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