This is a song about "Your bitches ass is fat"

And your life is ass but you can't admit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And it is honestly obvious that your retarded ass possess it

Like this is how i'll cut your face up bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk