This is a song about "My sweetheart chelsea"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

My own unknown is my enemy,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.