This is a song about "Flippin"

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

One day i was flippin channels/

Or closed casket for our troubles

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

Usin lyrical gadgets flippin a rap mattress on it's back like an acrobat does

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus