This is a song about "Slip"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

I spill water on the floor, and let you slip off

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

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

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

Gunna slip if i try and do it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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