This is a song about "Flippin off snootches"

Is it a sin to be so young but feel like you got the potential to be the greatest

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

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/

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

Please hold your applause

I say fuck off and walk off