This is a song about "Jesus whip"

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

So get off that whip cody,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well, that's what you are

Whip bitches with greek tar.

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

I mean seriously, jesus

That's why i shine like i does

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip