This is a song about "Tips"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Hoes row got beans in them

Hollow tips well let you taste em

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Redundant tips from contructive fucks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Im rising to fame taking all these joker tips,