This is a song about "Which way bitch"

It's plain to see mistakes aren't me, you'll know which way won

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

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Tear a bitch to shreds, shredding my way around.

It's skewed the way society views women, bitch shit,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

See which sorry ass offends me and blast that bitch straight to hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But we figure which figure

And there's little to be glad for

She was a freaky bitch, a friends with benefit type which was the opposite

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that