This is a song about "Rotten disbelief"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Of disbelief the past is over its time for the future and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You just working with the scraps you was given

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

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

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

My lyrics are a toxin, its quite rotten but bitch i'm a spartan rollin on dubs like a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga