This is a song about "Hollow tips"

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

These niggas wanna trip so im spaying the hollow

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Now you know i gotta kill it i feel it all in my finger tips

Hollow tips well let you taste em

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I couldn't either if my head was hollow.

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,

I'm open minded, you would think my fuckin' domes hollow,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Too focused, one word

Wirting till my finger tips hurt