This is a song about "String theory"

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string

Are you coming?to the point that your running

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Going hard, like the metal string fret.