This is a song about "Whip"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

But i whip out the pad and think

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Whip out this dick and then she'd lay me/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Everybody shutters as they hear the whip cracks

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror