This is a song about "Foreign whip"

So get off that whip cody,

All day longdo it like tony

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Then im ready open my door unlock my whip

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I roll arond in my new whip

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit