This is a song about "Slippin"

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

I got you slippin like a banana peel

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines