You prayed for his return, and now, your prayers have been answered. The triumphant return of Slim Jesus is upon us. The controversial Chicago rapper has returned with another take on "drill," bringing forth the piano-driven "Red Bottoms." In honor of the color palette, Slim Jesus has enlisted a red-haired vixen to play second fiddle, counting his ample stacks of cash and generally providing moral support when looked to.
Lyrically, like many Slim Jesus offerings, it's difficult to draw the line between parody and sincerity. Plenty have styled him the poster-child for "studio-gangsta-dom," yet his defenders label him more a method actor than blowhard. In fact, if we're being honest, I've most definitely heard worse from those with quote-unquote pure intentions. Perhaps we should simply let Slim Jesus live and enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Hate all you want. Yet the strange thing is, compared to some of these newer rappers to emerge from the woodwork, Slim Jesus actually sounds half-decent. End times are coming; the Book Of Revelations was right.
Red bottoms cost 15 hundred, I got the sauce
Walkin’ in with the cash, cause I’m a boss
Louie beg full of bens, fresh out the vault
I buy whatever I want, like fucking cops