This is a song about "Flip the been"

The mess you've been making.

The time is waiting

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And with the flip of a card you erase your debts;

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

I've been beaten to the ground

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I pitta patta with the flow, flip it up a bit