This is a song about "Your just a clone"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

The black clone of slim shady

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

You just talkin' burners 'cause your a and r said so

Your house is a tyre i'm just a lyrical supplier.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

There's just a gap in your head, your not built for it.