This is a song about "Foreign whip"

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Is written in our souls, africa

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Driving my car to a foreign place

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

So get off that whip cody,

All day longdo it like tony