This is a song about "Whip poor whil"

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

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Then im ready open my door unlock my whip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

But she forgot about the golden rule

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

But i whip out the pad and think

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

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

Looking at them haters crammed in the dodge stratus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status