This is a song about "Poor whore"

Make a freak whore, detour

You can end this verse premature

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

I always knew the quiet ones would fuck like a #whore

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead