This is a song about "Tip jars"

Swagger on the tip of my tongue

I'm a son of a gun

Life work balance get on that academic tip,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Put me into this tip top, shape,

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

That's how i got the weed spot

Kiss my body from the tip top

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Never break, took a break though

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

On point like the mt. everest tip