This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

I'll fight unil my bone collapse don't give a fuck if my knuckles do crack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Do not attempt to interfere

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year