This is a song about "Sling"

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We're gonna sling shot to the top, i swear i'll never stop

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/

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

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Sling forever, too, too clever, every bar is measured,

On my dick, feel the sting, this is where drugs sling,

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,