This is a song about "Slim chronic"

Aroma all around me chronic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

The black clone of slim shady

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

To this slim shady sensation

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

The insomnia that's chronic

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

And the chances are slim

Oh, you look like my next victim