This is a song about "Arabs turning into whores"

Im in the hunt for whores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Turning into a professional,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

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

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

They start turning psychotic

Teach you how to rope a chick

What is society turning into?

And word i blew off herb i grew

That's motivation, my people living wicked

Quick turning into that cocky kid