This is a song about "Drugs whores dogs"

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

Im in the hunt for whores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

You pull up in parking lots

I need a jail house to free my dogs