This is a song about "Whispers"

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Whispers in my ear be with me forever

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Dismembering bars i'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when i release

Whispers in the darkness. alone i am harmless,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love