This is a song about "Pimps"

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

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

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,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

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

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons