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

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Slick with the tricks shit, shift the wrist swift

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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