This is a song about "Whisk"

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

Die a hornigold, to atone, a hundred fold, for the sins you did admit

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Try to chase me now ima back out the grip