This is a song about "Slip"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

She said slip this piece of paper on your tongue and

All black everthing on some jigga shit

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

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

They say that i never cease to amaze

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Disagree with this, my sleeves'll slip down

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.