This is a song about "Pimps"

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

Superfly, opposite of basic

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth