This is a song about "Arabs turning into whores"

As i light one for ill will

Turning into a professional,

Ain't recieved any mail

Turning up to that wale

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Moving houses for supposed whores

And of course, my car's off course

Black fours red drop head doors

Im in the hunt for whores

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores