This is a song about "Slime shady"

The fiends supply the shady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

That's fine i killed a huge slime

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

The black clone of slim shady

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see