This is a song about "White whores"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

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

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Im in the hunt for whores

I put these poems all in these songs

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms