This is a song about "I hate hookers"

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

And i hate the chilly weather

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Its the things that i hate

Low income no bills getting paid