This is a song about "Flips"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

This kid is pissed with rage like how some pms bitch flips

Your name flips to make "brick"

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

My style flips and switches every time, i know,

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

I don't wanna catch your ass doing flips at the assembly,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,