This is a song about "Pimpin hoes"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I go pimpin every night like shaq

Lies, tangled with fiction

Step up to this pimpin'

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Guess i’m different than most

Nah i ain't afraid to demonstrate my pimpin' ways

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days