This is a song about "Everybody"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Or know what its about

Everybody gets wiped out

We can make more, make babies

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

And then everybody wanna dip

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Everybody wants it,but not everybody listen

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

At your funeral everybody toasted

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Just everybody stay and listen

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,