This is a song about "Pimp surfboard"

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp