This is a song about "That maria marshall"

That reminds me of that day

Just to go to liv on a sunday

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

The best part about me is i am not you, i'm me, i'm the fire marshall and this is my/

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And this will be the song that we sing

Tell me that you call that rapping

The pioneer of the coke rap

I don't need that,i can't see that

That i forgot,that i needed

You just do your thing chick

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So use that black eye to remember that,

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

This is the root of all evil