This is a song about "Flippin tha money"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

My flow's insane you feel tha pain

Gotta mental attribute that i'm tha differential

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

As she goes through the levels

One day i was flippin channels/

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Last of a dying breed

I relinquish tha seat

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

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

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her