This is a song about "String theory"

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

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

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black