This is a song about "Hustler whips money rims"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

These chalance give me balance

Whips they cant afford to carry

This ain't no taxi, taxi

Mind your motherfucking business

Rims, henny, and reminisce

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains