This is a song about "Slinging"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I don't care if you actually think that you are slinging slugs!

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Slinging rock like they're free throws

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack