This is a song about "Words slip off"

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

Disagree with this, my sleeves'll slip down

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Ma always said chase yo dream and never slip

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Don't think before i speak words decide to roll off

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Ill leave you off with more words then me, i only need a few cause i

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

My shield a paper spittin words like vaporhe'll be at home jacking off