This is a song about "Prostitutes"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop