This is a song about "Flippin"

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

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

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

I tried really hard on this one guys, took me a super duper long time to write because

Usin lyrical gadgets flippin a rap mattress on it's back like an acrobat does

A dipshit who's bitchin' on flippin' commas? what is this?

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

One day i was flippin channels/

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

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Now momma told me be careful who you love