This is a song about "The next slim shady"

I look up to slim shady

Bait baby, wait baby

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

The black clone of slim shady

I got bigger problems baby

The fiends supply the shady

What them tippers don't see

Of this new slim shady caucasian

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Like slim shady, or eminem, or marshall

They slim shady you must be crazy your lyrics

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix