This is a song about "Slim buddha"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Hit the soothing spliff on some buddha shit

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

Nail to 2 tha coffin

And the chances are slim

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

But i'm not crazy as slim

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?