This is a song about "Flipping burgers"

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Of all burgers the chips

My team getting digits

So i ain’t doing shit, i’m just slowly flipping a page,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Smart humans stop living, and stupid's are flipping.

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,