This is a song about "Crack whore"

We all know she’s a closet whore,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Christian dior your girl is a whore

And you ain't gotta go to war

Drop the bottle babe and fuck like a #whore

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

For what for cookin crack

I don't want it on my back

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Mostly crack engineering

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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