This is a song about "Fruedian slip"

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Your lyrics just slip to the bottom like condensation

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I'll slip and tear a ligament and say it was deliberate

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble

Aren't you somethin', an original