This is a song about "Jonasz koran bekka"

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Cuz honestly that crap bores and i have no more quarries

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Y'all made the koran look like waste, for the sake that they believe in

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Cuz honestly that crap bores and i have no more quarries/

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Cuz honestly that crap bores and i have no more quarries