This is a song about "You whore"

Or would you rather me call you a whore

Some old bitch that we did before

Huh, i can't interpret her

Cant stand your whore daughter

One year ago you said i was a whore

Not relying on the light no more

And you ain't gotta go to war

We all know she’s a closet whore,

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

I fuckin survive bitch i am alive you whore no ammunition i am surprised

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore