This is a song about "I was diffeint"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

Where would i be without my dogs

But you assumed i was

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

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

Before i was wit you i was feelin kinda depressed,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Why was i so stupid i was born in this nonsense

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

I hope you get my notion i was was born with this