This is a song about "Stabbin"

Platinum the minimum, maximum is stabbin' eminem,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

My mind is split, i cant go a day without stabbin my wrist

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home