This is a song about "Whip its"

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

The doctor has arrived just be patient

But i whip out the pad and think

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Hating my macking, they asking

They calling me often to offer me walls

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

But i whip out the pad and think