This is a song about "Pink slip"

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

Disagree with this, my sleeves'll slip down

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

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

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I’m saving major loot

Pink bandanna is my suit

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine