This is a song about "Hookers"

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

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

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop