This is a song about "Whip"

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Young money, d-town's all star

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Come back and whip your ass with it again

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

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