This is a song about "Coming undone"

Im coming str8 from the underground

They can’t even come around

Lights coming up, night coming up,

They like talking, its like gossip

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Undone bonding and rotting while this sting is not resolving

Money ain't a thing

You won’t see it coming

Im like a highschool slut i stay cause undone,

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

Bars coming nice and fast

They got me trapped

I protect it like mother protects her young, i don't want it to be undone.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done