This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

I'm talkin' like your mom's pimp do, say man, "hey ho",

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

The world looking out, they on the front row

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp