This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

One day i was flippin channels/

As she goes through the levels

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Shit, lyrical fire i spit with the quick wrist shift slick shit i will commit

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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