This is a song about "Whips"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

Whips they cant afford to carry

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks