This is a song about "Whip its"

But i whip out the pad and think

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Come back and whip your ass with it again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Wonder if they take it all back