This is a song about "Whip a tesla"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

But i whip out the pad and think

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

New nickname for you kid, drip drip, whip whip it out you couldn't make

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

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