This is a song about "Cool whip"

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

I am just an artist

But i whip out the pad and think

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

Droop lip, cool whip, say it like stewie do bitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

I roll arond in my new whip

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls