This is a song about "Fucking some prostitute"

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Fucking for some smoke. that's when i knew this drug was no joke.

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

I can barely wipe my ass

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters