This is a song about "Whipped"

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

With such an ugly picture in it and

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it

Like a fucking pussy whipped bitch, who just seemed like he needed

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

They whipped 'til they ripped his skin and almost had him torn in two

And things seem to conflict

Haha that hoe got ya ass whipped.

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/