This is a song about "Flip"

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Times up mind flip ...why why why...

Now he's gonna fucking flip

He might have the same whip

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Wrote a movie, i'm trying to flip it

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch