This is a song about "Tips"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

While all those ships go tips(y)

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Swisher tips that get curled

Ain't here to school,just giving you tips

So here i am at the store for some chips