This is a song about "How can you tell me not to feel bad"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You might not feel me spiritually,

You can try to put me down but im not gunna rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

To tell you right now how i feel

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

Can you tell me whats my inspiration

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win