This is a song about "Liqour and whores"

He won't sit down, given the crown

Flub it when whores wound down

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Wretches vex before tracks, so wrecked i bet the whores hacked,

Celebrate the very day that she get past

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers