This is a song about "Karma whore"

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

We all know she’s a closet whore,

As soon as i walk in the door

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Now im raking in the karma

Lucky seven probably poppa