This is a song about "Pimps"

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

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

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

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

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

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

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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