This is a song about "Whoop whoop"

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

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

Bitch i been hot since tony touch and doo whoop

So before i go, you should harvest food

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Cause everythang gonna be alright

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

You can't handle that i'm about to whoop your ass without