This is a song about "Tips"

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Swisher tips that get curled

Hold the bus busking, busting ma ass for tips as an emcee

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Now you know i gotta kill it i feel it all in my finger tips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Hollow tips well let you taste em

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

We're poppin' off like all the cap tips at the fuckin' liquor store,

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

While all those ships go tips(y)

Nothin sweet when i attend, see