This is a song about "Angry whores"

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

When you spill out hits

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

May just gon' bring hobo back

I was angry and sad

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

And of course, my car's off course

Im in the hunt for whores

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Metronome, chilling with better whores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north