This is a song about "Warsaw whore"

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

You ain't gotta worry no more

So fuck life to all those whore

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

I always knew the quiet ones would fuck like a #whore

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Because tonight i will be out with a different whore

But she’s a slut she’s whore

They fiend in the door

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm mystical with shit to turn your sister to a whore