This is a song about "Star whores"

Young money, d-town's all star

Well, that's what you are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

Sience say i'm already a star

She prayed on me passing that bar

Runnin shit like a track star,

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored

Huh, a metaphor of course

Im in the hunt for whores

I'm a motherfucking star (star)

The engine in back of my car