This is a song about "Bitches whores"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

I drive that all around

Flub it when whores wound down

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course