This is a song about "Pimp"

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

I'm talkin' like your mom's pimp do, say man, "hey ho",

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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