This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

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

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

For when niggas don’t see their seeds till they see the judges

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow