This is a song about "Liverpool merseyside sluts"

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I see so many illuminati sluts it's just so sickening!

I take my sluts diamonds and pawn it

I had to fight back and shit

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

I feel like a kluts when i try to snatch up new sluts

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems