This is a song about "Oil slide"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Man, i fuck up these waters just like oil spills.

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

So pass the heinekin and slide a bill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So pass the baby oil

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,

That we can't forget the past

You slide, im on top of the ramp,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show