This is a song about "Liquor and whores"

When i'm fucking with these whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

I was told to lose it all and follow that liquor advice

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Flub it when whores wound down

He won't sit down, given the crown

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,