This is a song about "Feminist whores"

When i'm fucking with these whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

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

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

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Moving houses for supposed whores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms