This is a song about "Drugs whores dogs"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Metronome, chilling with better whores

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

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

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

They just go around

Flub it when whores wound down

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Moving houses for supposed whores

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored