This is a song about "White whores"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

Flub it when whores wound down

I better get my gown

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Tell your girls, to come join our table

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Wretches vex before tracks, so wrecked i bet the whores hacked,

Im in the hunt for whores

Black fours red drop head doors