This is a song about "We aint slippin progressin"

Aint that why we get high,

All you niggas die

Their cause slippin' cus something i said

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

We can take it slow,know baby, this aint no race,

But you never come when you period is five days

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze

Low leveled muthafuckas, i guaranteed we aint the same

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Me and knb both feel underrated, i consider him my brother even though we aint blood related

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

And let me tell you this we aint drifting apart,

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

And for what? all that i've made i watch it slippin' away

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay