This is a song about "Miracle whip"

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

So get off that whip cody,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

And i don’t need a cure

The miracle we finna pull.

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

If i'm not profane it is indeed a miracle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Rhymin lyrical so spherical its a fuckin miracle

She prayed on me passing that bar

Whip bitches with greek tar.