This is a song about "Pimps"

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

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

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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