This is a song about "Hannah the whore"

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

What will we do first? start another war rape the economy like a whore?

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I always knew the quiet ones would fuck like a #whore

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Money is just a whore, and imma use her till i hit the door, remembrance when im gone