This is a song about "Hop in the whip"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

But i whip out the pad and think

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I roll arond in my new whip

Bitch you should see my wallet

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

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh