This is a song about "My outfit"

I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,

My own unknown is my enemy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax