This is a song about "Boats and whores"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

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

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms