This is a song about "More more and more thots"

With what was once original style becoming more and more commonplace.

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

I got something you've been waiting for

One day you'll be dead and no more

And there's little to be glad for

No more money, no more fame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Killing these niggas off quick

I get called more and more sadistic