This is a song about "Hustler whips rims"

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

They bringing me fish and chips

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit