This is a song about "Money guns pimpin"

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Step up to this pimpin'

It ain't where i been

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

They gon' love me for my ambition

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