This is a song about "Melody the slut"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

You're the last slut i want to be with,

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

So lets stand up to the melody,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

And picture me rollin

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So lets stand up to the melody,

And you ain't gotta go to war

And hit the shit outta that slut or,