This is a song about "Pimp"

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

He'll be walking with limps / once i've confronted his pimp

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong