This is a song about "Self praising"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Some thing i keep to my self

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

Texting my mama current self

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And she deserves praising. fuck all of you who try to hurt her.

You ever paid attention in there? me either

That's aids to the ill

The knowledge of my self still

I get that work from my face

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Self made bitch im coming soon.

I'm not moving like a cartoon