This is a song about "Pimp life"

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

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

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I'm more like a symbo, but i ain't needta pimp hoes/

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco