This is a song about "Pimps"

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams