This is a song about "Muffin tops"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Blood stainin black and white tops

I be murdering bars

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Every day was a saturday, shit

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

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