This is a song about "Slaves master whip"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

The ice ain't really nothing to her

In case i betray my people and master

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

Or never say never though i admit

It's just my master plan.

Money long from here to japan