This is a song about "Bri flip"

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip

You never play with young boys cause they never private

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Throat clench and your smile flip.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I could click it and stick it flip it around and kick flip it.

We can't afford the property taxes

As i back flip into the blackness,

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute