This is a song about "Bitches whores"

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your whores tempted to ask for more

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored