This is a song about "Flip in the pussy"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Flip your words make you trip, leave you in a wreck

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

With g's in my pocket

You can save the pussy shit

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.