This is a song about "Whippin my wris"

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

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

I'm caged up in state prison

Grab my knife and my gun

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Is it a sin to be so young but feel like you got the potential to be the greatest