This is a song about "Trying to write a son"

Knowing you can no longer party

Trying to be a cool g

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

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

'til it's like a mile long

So i decided to write a song

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Took me a while just to write those

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

Mama always told me i’d be famous