This is a song about "Bitches whores"

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored

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

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

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

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

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

So i guess that's where i hide my things

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

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

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Moving houses for supposed whores

Black fours red drop head doors