This is a song about "The chosen one"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

But theres bad ones too that have been chosen

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

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

They say choose wisely that's why i was chosen

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

Rap is the life that i have chosen, one destiny and i have rosin,

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her