This is a song about "Pimps"

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

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

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

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits