This is a song about "Warsaw whore"

Ima go until my arm's sore

When you become the whole world's whore

You wonder about my lyrics? that shit's obvious whore,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

The art of war

But she’s a slut she’s whore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Hey, why aren't you trying to score with that whore?

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Ill get a fucking bitch then ill rape the whore

Me and whore white girls never workout,

I go, in when i start putting words out

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

And i don’t need a cure

Make a freak whore, detour