This is a song about "Flexing on my exes"

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Before my time pasted on

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

But its in the way we text since now we exes like malcom/

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

Me and darren scott, we're rapping about our exes.

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Like the swoosh on my shoes

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john