This is a song about "Pimps"

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

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