This is a song about "Slow and steady"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Pour it all up and i watch it spill slow

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken

And steady keep it real ya bish

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

When hip hopping and steady dropping any nigga with a problem

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick