This is a song about "Slipping away"

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

You will not get away

We've gon so far astray

Man i'm slipping into a daze,

Say you through will all my foul ways

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

It's a struggle,it's fading away

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm slipping from existence and spinning through a dimension

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin