This is a song about "Pimp hand"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

Been outta control little pimp stroll discuss this whole that thug role

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Limp dick tryin not to trip walking and rocking my pimp stick,

See, it's something about commitment though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco