This is a song about "Whoop that trick"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Mic slip (whoop) put one in you're gut for pain

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

Third ward general, young cash money

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Army stance, ready for war

My friend took a pic with his complicated trick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Bitch i been hot since tony touch and doo whoop

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food