This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

I'm ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this slick shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I stayed in the game and im never gonna quit,, i come back more slick,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

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

Readin' a book n flippin' it loose,that's what the reality asked.

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick