This is a song about "Rippin"

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Rippin away the claws that are hidden in the clause

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Im rippin the game you have your pants at your heels

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Pistol rippin through the blocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks