This is a song about "Slippin"

And for what? all that i've made i watch it slippin' away

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

I got you slippin like a banana peel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here