This is a song about "Whip boii"

And my wish is to have everything

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

But i whip out the pad and think

You're talking to one of the greatest

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

I roll arond in my new whip

I got two whole tears in a bucket

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit