This is a song about "Popular whores"

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I put these poems all in these songs

Im in the hunt for whores

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Moving houses for supposed whores

That would be cool, if she was your lover

At the thought of being popular

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Without the sound of guns