This is a song about "Young slip"

Never let her slip when it come that paper chase

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Gunna slip if i try and do it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Disagree with this, my sleeves'll slip down

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Mic slip (whoop) put one in you're gut for pain

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Your lyrics just slip to the bottom like condensation

Anyways give it up the capital the nation