This is a song about "Whip its"

Or never say never though i admit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

I know the moves i'm making

Come back and whip your ass with it again

The race war, when it's us against all of them

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bumpin c.s.f. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

If i lost you be patient

But i whip out the pad and think