This is a song about "Fucking whores"

That going through some things

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Metronome, chilling with better whores

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,