This is a song about "My voicem"

These my rhymes and my story

On they twitter writing novels, see

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

That is my wish, my fantasy.

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cold, my style making my nose run

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive