This is a song about "The would is a sceary place now your awoken the demon s in me"

Your mom's implanted with the baby of a sadastic demon

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon

Tryin hard to hide my face

The window is sharing my place

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Snapped our friendship, you filled a treason, that spewed the demon

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Take a clue, this is your cue/out the coup now take your choice its me or you.

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place

Can't win with a passive attack

Now the old me is back

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news