This is a song about "Young slip"

Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Your lyrics just slip to the bottom like condensation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

Or never say never though i admit

Gunna slip if i try and do it

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys