This is a song about "Can t be slipping"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The world's mask of sanity, has started slipping.

Nothing can be reversed, 

Hey cole world, real cold world

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Once as a slave who imagined being free

She can be my sleeping beauty

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Man i'm slipping into a daze,

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane