This is a song about "Whips"

That was my influence

I crash whips when my track skips

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

Whips they cant afford to carry

I reel them in, goadomes on see

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

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