This is a song about "Food sluts"

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

I feel like a kluts when i try to snatch up new sluts

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

But no sluts ever passed me by

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Sluts everywhere looking to suck some cock

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I asked the sluts who was better

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key