This is a song about "Whip it"

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Them people, they talking

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

I roll arond in my new whip

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

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