This is a song about "Return of a legend"

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

It is a return but i still tell for whats depress

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Demonstrating the basics, plan to become a legend

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

To get inside my mind, itll be really ill advised

I'm free as i return to the world of mankind