This is a song about "Effort"

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

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

Desperate measures, but they never get better because they lack effort

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

We left em a world that's cursed

3.14 out of 10 for effort,

But only the ho's put the effort in to dig it,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Each line you craft takes little so effort

They called my effort bullshit

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Since i've contemplated in effort to spin the gears

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word