This is a song about "Old whore"

And i don’t need a cure

Make a freak whore, detour

So i head out, start searching for another flirting whore/

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Me and whore white girls never workout,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

So fuck life to all those whore

You see i gotta go to war