This is a song about "Tip"

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

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Told your hoe to just suck up on my cock tip,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

Rocking on the beats like i'm tryna tip a cow

Baby, you know who you are

She said i should tip her