This is a song about "Dip"

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Brighter than yellow bones

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Until they coughing up blood then i dip my finger in it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

No, shit! kick the fire out, now i need to dip!

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world