This is a song about "Sluts in bora bora"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Sluts everywhere looking to suck some cock

I see so many illuminati sluts it's just so sickening!

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Get high together, left ny together

I asked the sluts who was better