This is a song about "Whippin my wris"

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

These my rhymes and my story

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab my knife and my gun

I'm caged up in state prison

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock