This is a song about "Whippin my wris"

Yeah bitch this date's done

My words are my rhythm

High on loud when i be ridin' out

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Now if you give us a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

This is my original, my validation

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Silent momentman, i been missing you

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