This is a song about "The real playas and pimps"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Im the best in my dreams and nothing less in real life

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

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

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