This is a song about "Young slip"

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

She said slip this piece of paper on your tongue and

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Slick sinning, slice when you slip an force it in

You just working with the scraps you was given

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Your lyrics just slip to the bottom like condensation

We've gon so far astray

Of my life slip away