This is a song about "Mafia whores"

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

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