This is a song about "Pimp hand"

To get to hold your hand

If you ever feel alone and

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

I'm more like a symbo, but i ain't needta pimp hoes/

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco