This is a song about "Being a pimp"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Too afraid of being a loser

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

A childhood being depressed,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

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

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Every day was a saturday, shit

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe