This is a song about "Whores drugs"

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

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

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

When i'm fucking with these whores

So i went down south but i ended up north

Metronome, chilling with better whores

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Moving houses for supposed whores

Black fours red drop head doors