This is a song about "They slippin n trippin"

Play, but they trippin. i'm too serious to clown when i've been sipping. got that

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

N thats how most feel when they see me come

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

And they said keep writing n it'll all come easy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I know that love it could begin

And from there on they be trippin'

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but