This is a song about "Thugs hood eminem"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

But now your under a hood

She got that good good

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

And it hurtscause any day they'll push the button

You even introduced me to eminem

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Everybody wants to be the next eminem

Even passing out that eminem guy

I bet you've never seen a pig fly