This is a song about "Whistle"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Walking up the street, hear a whistle. brrr! that ain't nice.

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Left to right three for put back tree sinner whistle get her kennel

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

Not giving my symbol but blowing out the whistle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal