This is a song about "Life and being single"

I rap every single crap in life

I need a backyard full court size

And strange to think that i'm single again

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

The bar is passin' bottles, money comin' like the lotto

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I was single when you came in my life

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

And not giving one single fuck

And if you don't not a single fuck was given

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

If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?

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