This is a song about "Dipped"

You're talking to one of the greatest

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I dipped my fingers in the black abyss and now i can't turn back

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

Man he really just dipped

Beach on the weekend

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Faster and faster i heard sirens so i got back in my car and dipped

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut