This is a song about "Whores"

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Fucking these whores that want me to stay off

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I put these poems all in these songs

Im in the hunt for whores

Moving houses for supposed whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche