This is a song about "Social networking"

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

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

When its actually just a social occasion

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit