This is a song about "Pussy sluts"

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Sluts everywhere looking to suck some cock

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

You sluts can stay sleazy, take it easy, take a day off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts