This is a song about "A whore"

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I got soul, there's more in store

Cause once a whore steps through my door

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Once a whore never more,

I ain't happy with the score