This is a song about "Money and women"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

What a hassle, women spaniels, and all these other vandals,

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And you ain't got to put women on pedestals

With plenty of money and women

I want to fight the music on this one

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

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

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women