This is a song about "One armed hooker"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

What up girl, tell me how you been

Prolific, picking victims one by one

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Armed with darkness in my heart,

I thought it was important to go right into the booth after the argument

Aiming at the opulent armed only with a pen an a paper. armament.

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

Me a hooker? you must be crying cause you're dying. getting all slutty?