This is a song about "Flippin the slick"

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

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

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

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

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

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

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,