This is a song about "Whip boii"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip