This is a song about "Time to tip the scales"

And when it's said and done

Swagger on the tip of my tongue

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

I can only imagine, uncle bob

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Imma fix your tits to the tip of this hook i've been mentionin'

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

I've taken the time to perfect my rhymes,now its my time.

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

This is the part where we run hip hop

Kiss my body from the tip top

The tip is so titillating and bitch you're just typical

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales