This is a song about "Solitude"

To the slow rappers that i witness standing in stillness for many minutes

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

He would comfort her, when she would wanna' go cry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Before i stepped into a serene scene amped out on thirteen black cans of caffeine

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort