This is a song about "Angry whores"

Then it just pours

Im in the hunt for whores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

When your sad angry happy

On they twitter writing novels, see

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse