This is a song about "Hooker"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Me a hooker? you must be crying cause you're dying. getting all slutty?

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You think i'm so scared of a little hooker? hah, i should say a little stalker. you

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I mean me is there, but it's like three there