This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Get the big picture im a slick trickster your bars aint sicker than mines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

You think youre sooo slick

Still listen to big

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

But logically my mind is slick,

I'mma make it rain trick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick