This is a song about "N ovian"

Cause i’m back on my grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

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

Flyer than the rest of them

Sure he died in 96 n

And i listen to common

Pretending to be awake 'n

So y'all can cope n' touch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

But most times darling the sequel sucks