This is a song about "Whipping"

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

So you finally got the nerve

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

I'm out here whipping these niggas might as well get my slave on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care