This is a song about "Crack whores"

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

All of us will eventually crack.

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

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

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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