This is a song about "Pimp slap"

And never should you tear

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

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

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

Slap her with a newspaper

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

You got reason to brag

It aint click clack its bitch slap

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

We stay faded, need no occasion

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Lay around, overlapping, slap a finger, looking trendy/

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp