This is a song about "Star whores"

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

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

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

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

Celebrities are whores, conquistadors dinosaurs ignored

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Moving houses for supposed whores

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Sience say i'm already a star