This is a song about "Fat whore"

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Click clack with a switch fat

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Christian dior your girl is a whore

Ima go until my arm's sore

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Your a man whore julio gonzalez

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I ain't happy with the score

Once a whore never more,

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore