This is a song about "I wana beat u"

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

I wouldn't wana be you you want to be me you can't look in the mirror

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Before i beat you i'll leave u with a loaded weapon

When i see u ma hart go bom bom like a beat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

When i spit on the beat,

I’m way harder than the concrete