This is a song about "Feminist whores"

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Metronome, chilling with better whores

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

I've gathered every feminist, so queers could hate it,

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

So i went down south but i ended up north