This is a song about "Whips"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Whips they cant afford to carry

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes