This is a song about "I be on that finger flippin shit up in the cut"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Cut him up, put the pieces in a case

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

The ice ain't really nothing to her

So i raising the middle finger

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Instead of shit talking, i just cut the chit chatter

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,