This is a song about "Slave whip"

But a slave to my own street.

For the low that nine cheap

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip