This is a song about "Prostitutes"

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see