This is a song about "She slipped"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

New arrivals slipped, as i used their vinyls to skew their spinal discs

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

She thinking she my main bitch, but really she the side chick

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Her hand slipped and everything dropped on the floor everyone started to laugh

This bitch is going crazy but i dont recall if acid was slipped,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.