This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

Too a quick morsel/slick with the writs also/you a rookie me im all pro/

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

I spit this sick as shit and slick as rick, diss the system,

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

It's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, i could be slick as the rick,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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