This is a song about "Zip"

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

As frozen water molecules zip through my ventricular layer

But until then i'll stay steady off the zip.

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

May have a lisp, may have a zip, but i can zigzag through verses/

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Silence because everytime he talked he was told to zip it

And the food could have been finer

Quick as a zip wire