This is a song about "New whip"

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

But i whip out the pad and think

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused