This is a song about "Getting used for sex"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

The ones you used to adore are now getting ignored like telemarketers

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Number one, this site is only used for fun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I used to be a loner, known for not talkin and shyness

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love