This is a song about "Being a pimp"

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Or was i just a desolate being

Mines is family over everything

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I'm more like a symbo, but i ain't needta pimp hoes/

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

The latter being a constant misconception,

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

I gonna take it really nice and slow