This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,