This is a song about "Pizza and hookers"

A couple of hookers, nice ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And stop playing hide and seek,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

And once i'm dead and gone

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong