This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

I'm not gay, cuz you know i pimp hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp