This is a song about "Tips"

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Redundant tips from contructive fucks

Hollow tips well let you taste em

Made a million with the pen

Swisher tips that get curled

Look, cole world, still a cold world

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree