This is a song about "Bill the pimp"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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