This is a song about "Flippin off snootches"

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

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I say fuck off and walk off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Otherwise you'll be coming off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas