This is a song about "Slipping away"

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

But i ain't get to see you today

If you choose to walk away

She's got her whole life ahead of her but it's slipping through her hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Im just trying to stay in line, with sign that my life is slipping

After the club, gettin you open

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Tell me how can we live this way

It's a struggle,it's fading away

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

‘cause it’s not going away

This is hip hop for today