This is a song about "Run me my money"

Jus let me sip this money to quinch my thirst

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

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

Check my letter i got christmas money,

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Run away, run away, sometimes my mind feels no pain,

Take my bus and bust down money

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Run away, run away, sometimes my mind feels no pain,

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.