This is a song about "Slippin"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Every bar i spit i'm slippin in these multiple rhymes

Banana peel slippin i ain't trippin i'm just fallin down

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Slowly slippin n goin astray

As: other plans got in the way

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

And please never disrespect my set

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys