This is a song about "Bitches whores"

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

Wretches vex before tracks, so wrecked i bet the whores hacked,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

When i'm fucking with these whores

I put these poems all in these songs

Black fours red drop head doors

Im in the hunt for whores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

This is the root of all evil

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

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses