This is a song about "Flippin tha crack"

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I got tha word as hell

Shows to do, got record to sell

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

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

My flow's insane you feel tha pain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I pop one, you pop one

Of your memories in tha dozen

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat