This is a song about "Our"

Expanding our chances

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

We teach our future our past

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs