This is a song about "Angry whores"

Let me rideuntil i get free

I understand that you are angry

A lovely outer surface

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

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

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I put these poems all in these songs

Im in the hunt for whores

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im lusciously, amazing, but yet im vigorously, angry,

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs