This is a song about "Pink slip"

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Pink bandanna is my suit

Pockets probably like fried food

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Of my life slip away

But i dont never play