This is a song about "Whom"

All of whom took her to their place and mauled her.

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

I'm putting this one out there to whom it may concern

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

To whom i never boast...

By a moth, whom really had no right/

Me and my dogs we on the same flight