This is a song about "Crack whores"

No reason to be around

Flub it when whores wound down

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

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

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

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

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

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

All of us will eventually crack.

Skin tone i wish i could take it back