This is a song about "Young whores"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

When i'm fucking with these whores

I put these poems all in these songs

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Then it just pours

Im in the hunt for whores

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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