This is a song about "Can be slipping"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Easy considering how hard they can be

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

She can be my sleeping beauty

But make sure if they do see

How fucked up it can be,

I came up hungry

She said i'm ready to fuck

All because i'm slipping up

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

I can be your bonnie you can be my clyde

That's the way, you can move it baby

Talkin' about how life can be,