This is a song about "Poor whore"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

See ya plate full

Make a freak whore, detour

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Once a whore never more,

Army stance, ready for war

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cant stand your whore daughter

I'm gettin discouraged with her

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool