This is a song about "Thank"

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Now thank you eminem you taught how to fuck up

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I thank my family and god himself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Can't thank him enough for the knowledge he imparted

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But i thank god that you found me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,