This is a song about "Slim shaddy"

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

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

My name is... [scratches] slim shady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I want to go back to when eminem was slim

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

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

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

While blastin' the slim shady

On they twitter writing novels, see

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Then when i finish up, i call in slim

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim