This is a song about "Whip poor whil"

I promise to keep it honest

But i whip out the pad and think

Whip bitches with greek tar.

How simple they are

I represent the desperation of the poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Don’t you be holding back