This is a song about "Whippin my wris"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

I want to fight the music on this one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Grab my knife and my gun

Think fast, fast women

They say nothings ever free

My own unknown is my enemy,

I pop one, you pop one

My words are my rhythm

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used