This is a song about "Whip and nae nae"

Whip bitches with greek tar.

That gal want me ride har

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hop in the the whip cuz i gota dip and there aint no reason to see you later

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living