The songs inspiration comes from a TIFU post on Reddit.

Chorus:
Listen and see where we Head in the whip./
First we test the instruments./
Check that reflections are good./
Key in ignition than twist./
Pumping  pedals uses brakes./
See if the light luminates./
Are the headlights blue an straight./
Turn signals, then on our way./

Verse 1:
I just bought a pack of smokes, I bid  Zack audios./
About to travel back from getting some gas then home./
As I push past the door, a young lass stands alone./
She looked sad though, she still Casually spoke,/
a compliment to me, that she, fancies my cologne./
I say thank you, a smile I flash, then I go./
I advance closer to my car she stammered approached:/
"Sir, is it possible to lend me a helping hand, I suppose,/
A lift it's just 5 minutes down telegraph road."/
I say "sure, what the hell", as I glance at my phone,/
With time to kill,  I could help this damsel all aboard./
"You wouldn't happen to have a few bucks perhaps I could score?"/
I retort with reluctance handing her cash, "sure."/
"Ok, Ill be right back I have something to grab from the store."/
I see she's holding prophylactics' heading back to the car./
As if a child, she wildly slams the door./

Chorus:
Listen and see where we Head in the whip./
First we test the instruments./
Check that reflections are good./
Key in ignition than twist./
Pumping  pedals uses brakes./
See if the light luminates./
Are the headlights blue an straight./
Turn signals, then on our way./

Verse 2:
Moving, driving, peacefully pursuing/
our route when, she slides in, leans to me seducing./
Intrusive,  I was, completely confused when,/
she's pursuing my lap trying, eagerly to loosen,/
the belt to my pants, I say immediately "what are you doing?"/
While I almost collide with a jeep Cherokee and  a Buick./
The jeep hit a pole hard, the Buick barely illusive./
"Stop, You don't owe me for a ride, believe you me that's stupid."/
She replies, "No  honey, you owe me to do this."/
I continue to resist, from there her mood shifts./
"Look, It was not my intention to pick up a prostitute when,/
you asked for a ride I was obliged to let you in./
I'm married to my partner happy in life with two kids."/
The rest of the ride she's fuming, spewing barking out rude clips/
To the location, smoothly arrived the women gets/
out of my whip at a motel parking lot. Good riddance./

It's full of unsavory con men
And women being objectified for profit
My gas station buddy Zack probably thinks I'm a thirsty John an
As I think this, nefarious characters approach my Nissan an
I lock the doors, roll up the window, proceed on "No thank you..."

Where I Head In The Whip (Produced By: TapDaddyBeats)

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