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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

And i must admit

You're quiet while i spit

And im sure, that flew over your head/

I work hard for everything i get

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

That our over protective president

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

That shoebox shit, over with,