This is a song about "Tip of dick"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup