This is a song about "Whores drugs"

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

I put these poems all in these songs

Metronome, chilling with better whores

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Your whores tempted to ask for more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

And three hours in the showers with the corpse