This is a song about "Fucking whores"

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I put these poems all in these songs

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

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Before we see it's hard to live

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Moving houses for supposed whores

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce