This is a song about "Bryson is a whore"

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Ill get a fucking bitch then ill rape the whore

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Or would you rather me call you a whore

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I'm mystical with shit to turn your sister to a whore

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Or something that you paid for

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

But she’s a slut she’s whore

I ain't happy with the score