This is a song about "Quiet ceying over that whore"

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

That our over protective president

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Cant say that i started getting over you,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

That the crook just took over so book