This is a song about "Fatty food"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Banging out niggas with attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina