I don't want a PIMP in my life

One of my men had the nerve to tell me that he was a 'pimp'.

Huh? Oh, you a pimp. Oh, okay. Well, since you are rolling that way, I think you are about to be cut the fuck off. mmmmhmmmm. I ain't got no love for a man that wants to call himself a pimp.

So, let me put it into context. I mean, maybe he was as misunderstood as I am...?

Him: I am going to Miami on the 26th.

Me: Oh..you are?

Him: Yep, can you call your girl and see where the hot spots are?

Me: No, don't ask her..her hot spots prolly aint your hot spots..but I know someone that can hook a brutha up with some hot spots..let me shoot my girl Ms. Tee an email and she'll let me know where to go..she's fly like that..she won't hem a brutha up.

Him: Okay, cool..tell her I want to go where the fine women are...

Me: Okay..you know, If you're a dude, you gotta pay to get into them places..that shit aint cheep..and the drinks..

Him: Oh, hell naw..I'll pay to get in, but I ain't payin for nothing else..

Me looking at him like he's fucking crazy.

Him: CUZ..I'M A MUHFUCKIN PIMP!

I don't think I like this..are you tryna tell me that you are playin' me? Nah, of course you don't mean me..

Do you?

Nah..you ain't talkin' about all the stuff I do for you, makes you a pimp, and makes me..what?
A ho?

Is that what you think? Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware.

I'll be somebody's ho--all night long--but I don't need no pimp. period.

Have fun in MIAMI, pimp.