This is a song about "Pimps"

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

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,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars