This is a song about "Flippin bricks"

He flippin to the bars so i'm only raising mine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

I know a little betty from downtown

But i respect everyone who laid bricks down

She literally shit bricks/

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

I used to sell them things in triangles

One day i was flippin channels/

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

You get close but no cigar

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service