This is a song about "Turn to the crack pipe"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Sellin’ crack to the youths, who just take it in,

Turn innocents to fiends, look at the monster you've become

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

That's breaking bad, closest to the crack game that your eyes'll get

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

When i step to the mic i instantly crack nerds