This is a song about "Slippin"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

Slowly slippin n goin astray

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay