This is a song about "Q tips"

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Hollow tips well let you taste em

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

While all those ships go tips(y)

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw