This is a song about "You dont own shit ill whip you with my own whip"

I roll arond in my new whip

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Get on your knees bitch, let me whip you with a wet rag,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Unlike your bitch ass, leave you with whip lash