This is a song about "Tobacco dip"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

But when its your time to dip.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

I dip it low, like christina milian!

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

I spit raps like tobacco

Wale dc said we on joe

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip