The ladies used to call me pimp/ not because i walked with a limp or because i was too cool to be called hip/ no, it was because i spoke in a tone that wouldn't leave women alone/ my cologne lingered in the air/ player, player!/ as i would strut without a care/ my clothes were mediums of expression/ which balance the force of obsession/ which was conquered by an intellectual charisma that caused women to be set like a jet ready to take orbit into a planetary dimension called..pimpness/ the ladies used to call me pimp/ until i began to slip/ that is when i fell in love.