This is a song about "Explore"

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I ain't with the talking

Explore who's back in the ring

And now you turn the "explore" disputable

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Open door, for you to formally explore more.

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

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I write rhymes in the editor, c'mon let's explore

I need more time to explore and pull the ladies,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore