This is a song about "Flippin"

Shout out my nigga miles

One day i was flippin channels/

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Readin' a book n flippin' it loose,that's what the reality asked.

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

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

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

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder