This is a song about "Flippin tha crack"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

All of us will eventually crack.

Try to jack and i will attack

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

So tell me what they crack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

One day i was flippin channels/

Shout out my nigga miles

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas