This is a song about "Hop in the whip"

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

But i whip out the pad and think

You was bigger than an artist

Hip to the fucking hop

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

And hop in the cockpit bumpin' the pac, 'cuz rappers opposite,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch