This is a song about "Keeps it blazin"

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

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

And still a nigga made it here

In rap terms he keeps it real

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

In rap terms he keeps it real

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

In rap terms he keeps it real

I don't gotta be here