This is a song about "Dip head"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

Riding inna hammer dip

So i'm one with that

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

I dip it low, like christina milian!

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

This summer gone be mine though