This is a song about "Slipping away"

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

Few chips, i get out n' spray

You thought,you would get away,

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

‘cause it’s not going away

Now we fight never run away

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Just lay back, get your face slapped

No slipping in ya act

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

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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