This is a song about "About your enemies"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The neighborhood, the people that your enemies have never been,

Thinking about your belief in the term religion

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Crack seems like the only way if you ain't skilled, your enemies,

Your about to witness a massacre

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Attacking and savaging my enemies

Enemies getting closer.

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her