This is a song about "Warsaw whore"

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Christian dior your girl is a whore

And slid back north of course to pen more

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cant stand your whore daughter

I think it excited her

Me and whore white girls never workout,

In her defense she a part of the crowd

I got soul, there's more in store

So fuck life to all those whore

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

So i head out, start searching for another flirting whore/