This is a song about "Pimps"

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

I'm playing for the green, shorty i'm mateen cleaves

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

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

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

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