This is a song about "They slippin n trippin"

Slowly slippin n goin astray

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

And please never disrespect my set

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But they didn't lose a wife n soulmate, they lost a daughter.

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

I got you slippin like a banana peel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Fuck 'em all when i creep 'n crawl they sleep 'n fall so they wanna brawl

Give us this day, our daily bread

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

They told me i should die n they threw rocks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox