This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

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

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I'm a wicked slick prick here to steal the show,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift