This is a song about "Whistle"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official