This is a song about "Pimp shit"

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused