This is a song about "Whip and nae nae"

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

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

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

But i whip out the pad and think

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

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

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

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate