This is a song about "Beer bikes squad girls purple pineapple"

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Papa took a sip of his beer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

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

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And never should you tear

Dad abuses the beer

Kush so purple swore it's myth

Get my taste from all of my bitches