This is a song about "Flip flops"

Flip a coin, and see where it lands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

Let me clear the statics,flip it to kinetics

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Wrote a movie, i'm trying to flip it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit