This is a song about "Flip the script"

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip

I stick to the script, now i think i missed a scene

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit