This is a song about "Banging hookers"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

And this will be the song that we sing

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

About disaster in the world and

I got that that banging heat headband

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

She only love me when i be ignoring

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close