This is a song about "Popular whores"

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Moving houses for supposed whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

On they twitter writing novels, see

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Huh, a metaphor of course

When i'm fucking with these whores