This is a song about "In my escalade"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

So rest in peace in my hand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

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

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise