This is a song about "Tip jars"

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

Bitch i'm on fire

She said i should tip her

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Sometimes too dramatic for me to grab it's tip.

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I bust in her mouth, she sucking my tip

Kiss my body from the tip top

I make her cum a lot

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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