This is a song about "New whips"

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

This is a new episode of a new chapter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Where you belong with your family

Whips they cant afford to carry

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I crash whips when my track skips