This is a song about "Whores"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

Cause this album pack enough evil

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

Huh, a metaphor of course

When i'm fucking with these whores