On 47th nothing ever looks the same
Different night different hooker name in the book of shame
Since the age of 8 I understood the game thought pimp was in my vein
Though it's just a lane though I did entertain
The endeavor which came, in the form of a girl who wanted me to slang
But in her palm was no cain, just my dick in her hand
She pushed me on the bed out came my brains
I can do this for a profit, make both us some change
Left the crib then I sparked a cig, I know all about prostitution marketing
And the product is good, nice and soft cushioning but do I have the heart to get in
I needed more time to think, before I even came to a decision
I heard she was getting pimped by a black guy
Beautiful Hispanic women, f**ed by black people got caught chasing the evils
He was an OG, 30 in age
Dirty, encaged from '06 to '08
Beating off in the pen to memories of the hoes that he laced
Crossed his mind to rape a man but he'd wait
Until his release, when you bang p**y takes a backseat to the beef
So homie hit the block and got briefed
On all the happenings, like this young cat blanking the set
He's only 15 but lacking respect
He stalked him like your average prey
Where do he stay? What routes does he take?
Seen him holding hands with a pretty face a young babe
Instantly he grabbed his nuts and he played
Waited ‘till they parted, drove his Cavalier near the girl surely he got harder
Took the thumper out and bombarded her
Got in the car with her and did things he shouldn't
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p**y