This is a song about "Whores"

Moving houses for supposed whores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Your whores tempted to ask for more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Inhale my color purple

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

I'm from salisbury, where the junkies and whores be

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

I never fit in with them light skins

Im in the hunt for whores

And of course, my car's off course