This is a song about "A thot"

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

All we need is convienient love

You're a disaster a sham,

This the land of the white man

Its a challenge breaking a habit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Influences are a dime a dozen

Ha my mojo back

What a bummer, what a drag

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Year round asshole, the fuck you season

Spit a poem or a diss

Aight santana man...let's do this