This is a song about "Whipping a foriegn"

Spit a poem or a diss

They are the coaches in this

Like a baby without a diaper

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

A bunch a singers and sinners