This is a song about "It s on the tip of my tounge"

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Told your hoe to just suck up on my cock tip,

I had to fight back and shit

On point like the mt. everest tip

But i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

My shit was submarine like, under ship