This is a song about "Life in the ghetto"

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

Drinkin' hennessey and cold brewafter smokin', stopped in oakland

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,