This is a song about "Guns money whore"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Kick in the door

Once a whore never more,

I got soul, there's more in store

When you become the whole world's whore

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore