This is a song about "Dead whores"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Moving houses for supposed whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Metronome, chilling with better whores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,