This is a song about "Karma whore"

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Unleash the beast. call me karma. im hitting high notes, opera.

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Hard to imagine karma that people get

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

While y'all stuck with drama but i call that karma,

As soon as i walk in the door

But she’s a slut she’s whore

Because this rap is like karma

Lucky seven probably poppa

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more