This is a song about "Tip jars"

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Life work balance get on that academic tip,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

What do you think? in your finger tip,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

This is the part where we run hip hop

Kiss my body from the tip top

Well, maybe not forever

She said i should tip her

I let her decorate the real estate

Put me into this tip top, shape,

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

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

On point like the mt. everest tip

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit