This is a song about "Finding raps on google"

Your raps suck, yeah your raps can suck even when your not suckin on a sucker!

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

Your raps ain't got shit on half what the kings written

Riding around without a fuck given

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,