This is a song about "Star whores"

When i step up out the maserati car

Sience say i'm already a star

The engine in back of my car

// [you're a... rock star]

I guzzle up at the bar

Young money, d-town's all star

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Moving houses for supposed whores

So i went down south but i ended up north

Hope my city is not too far

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

He just throws it around

Flub it when whores wound down