This is a song about "Slippin"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

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

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

Slowly slippin n goin astray

She say she fucking with me the long way

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

Im trying to see her in bed

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die