This is a song about "Something out of nothing"

Friends thats something we could of had

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Went from nothing to something now im second to nothing

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck

But something ive learned and taken out of

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

He finally found out how, a slip is nothing

You need to go to, like, vienna or something