This is a song about "Flower whip"

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

I know the moves i'm making

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

Whip bitches with greek tar.

I know i've came so far

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

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

I walked into her apartment with a flower in had

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

I’m tryna be low key

So get off that whip cody,