This is a song about "Mafia whores"

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

So i went down south but i ended up north

Moving houses for supposed whores

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Then it just pours

Im in the hunt for whores

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Your whores tempted to ask for more

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote