This is a song about "Nip slip"

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

She said slip this piece of paper on your tongue and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Hatred slowly waitin for me hoping that i may slip

Oh, why do i live this way

Of my life slip away

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Slick sinning, slice when you slip an force it in