This is a song about "Slim mill"

Alright, i'm goin' full slim shady.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

6 foot something, in his forties and real slim

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Lies, tangled with fiction

But i'm not crazy as slim

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

Could i make you my baby

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill