This is a song about "Whores and xan"

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Moving houses for supposed whores

Black fours red drop head doors

I'm everything that they call nice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Fucking these whores that want me to stay off

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

When you spill out hits

And of course, my car's off course

When i'm fucking with these whores