This is a song about "Rap whatever"

Whatever weather, cold or warm

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

You can call me whatever

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Whatever we under, keep composure/

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Down for whatever/ quit asking suspicious

Yeah whatever i was widdit though

No, just put us on death row

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

But that's what he liked her

You do try to write, whatever