This is a song about "Whip poor whil"

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

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

To liberate yourself, africa

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip