This is a song about "Slime shady"

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Shady, he's got nothing on us

To this slim shady sensation

Or babies they raisin

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

The black clone of slim shady

Take your time when you’re with me baby

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime