This is a song about "Backseat pimpin"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

You thought i was done i'm not finished pimpin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down