This is a song about "You whore"

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Army stance, ready for war

But she’s a slut she’s whore

You had your chance, whore, and now you lost it

Double m-g not to mention we got that

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Cant stand your whore daughter

That's what rains for

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore