This is a song about "Flip the switch"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

As i back flip into the blackness,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Any last words before i hit the switch

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

I'll switch the flow and maul you with my rhinoceros tusk

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,