This is a song about "Whores drugs money"

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

So i went down south but i ended up north

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Moving houses for supposed whores

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

All we need is convienient love