This is a song about "Dab whip quan"

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

But i whip out the pad and think

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

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

But i whip out the pad and think