This is a song about "Damn sluts"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I feel like a kluts when i try to snatch up new sluts

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

I take my sluts diamonds and pawn it

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Never had a chance to try

But no sluts ever passed me by

You sluts can stay sleazy, take it easy, take a day off

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

But i never knew how that made me lesser than sluts and mutts,

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts