This is a song about "Slim eazey"

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

When you strive for perfection

And the chances are slim

Reminder bitch its me not slim

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Then when i finish up, i call in slim

But i'm not crazy as slim

Class is in session

Of this new slim shady caucasian

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

The black clone of slim shady

I reel them in, goadomes on see