This is a song about "Whoa"

We call energy floating and fluctuating in flux poetry, whoa its me.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Ironically it subs like a hero

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

She rollercoaster ride me (whoa)

You know i be teasing, though

At this love thing toe to toe

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/