This is a song about "Brooklyn name"

Parking lot of the blue flame

And everybody knows their name

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Till i cant remember my name

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Aint nobody gone remember your name.

You better know my name

Then lost my faith again

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud