This is a song about "Hookers"

Here i go again, falling in love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king