This is a song about "Man whores"

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Im in the hunt for whores

Black fours red drop head doors

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Metronome, chilling with better whores

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