This is a song about "German whip"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Bumpin c.s.f. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

I'll whip the ak out as a ride in the night yeh,

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Or never say never though i admit

I roll arond in my new whip

Then im ready open my door unlock my whip

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned