This is a song about "I make money by pimpin"

Step up to this pimpin'

Lies, tangled with fiction

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Gone head an make that money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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