This is a song about "Whores drugs money"

Im in the hunt for whores

I put these poems all in these songs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,