This is a song about "Penguin prostitutes"

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Like a penguin 'cause he's still lying in bed asleep

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high