This is a song about "Puddle sluts"

Fuck with sluts bad, ballin like i'm on the pistons

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

No heinous stroke of coke, but rock-a-puddle soaked

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But no sluts ever passed me by

When i'm low, she take me high

That's when i realized that a puddle of blood fucking flowed

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Or closed casket for our troubles

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks