This is a song about "Tips"

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

Hollow tips well let you taste em

Hoes row got beans in them

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Redundant tips from contructive fucks

Swisher tips that get curled

I woke up screaming, fuck the world