This is a song about "Try me try me"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Dont try to be like me

And now that i’m getting money

I'd done stacked many

To try and impress me,

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

High heel wearer, hell of a body

And bitch if you try to adore me,

So if you try to rap like him try me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

I wish a mother fucker would try me,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But five years from now i bet she see

But if you try to reach me...