This is a song about "Credit"

Unlimited credit

Still sick, real shit

Automatic kill for pennies

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

But yall won't give me credit, like you have a lot of debts to pay

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

So give credit to my lack of ethics as you're dropping your jaws.

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

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit