This is a song about "Driving a whip"

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Shit, even consider stalking now

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

I need a whip that's imported, and probably worthy of forza

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

I roll arond in my new whip

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

And garage for what i'm driving.

Why not me the same thing

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Driving my car to a foreign place