This is a song about "Dope fiends"

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You smokin on laced dope

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Murdered every bod from my squad

My raps are nothin but dope.

Motivated just from being broke

Turn innocents to fiends, look at the monster you've become

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

So much green and it's entirely for me and these fiends,