This is a song about "Man whores"

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Blew money like six crips

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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

When i'm fucking with these whores

I put these poems all in these songs

And you ain't gotta go to war

Your whores tempted to ask for more

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

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before