This is a song about "Shanking whores"

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

I put these poems all in these songs

Moving houses for supposed whores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Your whores tempted to ask for more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,