This is a song about "Guchy flip flops"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Now he's gonna fucking flip

The dead society of a poet

Times up mind flip ...why why why...

Live off my lie and my lullaby

My hat is always the color of cactus

As i back flip into the blackness,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Told me to get a scholarship cause when them dollars flip,

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid