To the Women

Now when I younger like maybe five or fo’

Riding ‘round with my mom listening to the radio

Hearing my favourite man, Mr Flo

The globe and I were at peace, tapping my feet to “Low”

Singing the song proudly along with her

Something about jeans and boots with the fur

A stripper in the club, I thought it was a dancer

Now I rapped along, talking ‘bout “bitches” in the song

Though they ain’t say that, it's pretty clear all along

They objectified the girl that projected her flesh

And my mother just let me sing and vibe out to the rest?

That’s no knock on her, but hoes singing bout knockers

It’s hard to say “hey, don’t don’t say that”, I'd reply “what’s the bother”

I don’t think my mother would’ve went in detail

About the women selling themselves like retail

But she didn’t fail in the way I was raised

Cuz if she told me the truth, I wouldn’t be the same

Maybe she protected me from to much knowledge and misery

Maybe search “No clothes & hoes” all in the history

But at the time, I was more worried about my cars

My friends, my brothers and my new toy Benz

Now as a grown boy with a real Benz

Will my life cycle until I’m listening to JID with my kids?

 

“Bitch”: bad

Women: good

Lady: better

Understood?

“Bitch”: bad

Women: good

Lady: better

Understood?

 

Ladies and other men, comfort them

Women are stumbling off their cumbersome

Bitches start mumbling cuz they start rumbling

Building blocks crumbling, FEMA do something

Oh don’t place the casino where his greens grow!

“It’s too late, I’m already decimating the dreams of people”

Oh damn, like those times where they nominated that one girl

I bet you didn’t know the effects that would unfurl

Invasion of Privacy launched into the world

Grammy snubbing another bodies of work

But this is the one that had the most worth

Now imagining a little girl who listens to the music

Acting brash, rapping bars about the sex movements

She becomes immersed into that little universe

That grabs her mind and flips it into that verse

Where she can hear the dehumanizing of their own worth

And she doesn’t see the scrutinizing so she listens to it first

This leads to the feeling of needing what she raps

A no good man, she tryna be relatable

But when she becomes pregnant, everything becomes flat…

 

“Bitch”: bad

Women: good

Lady: better

Understood?

“Bitch”: bad

Women: good

Lady: better

Understood?

 

Soon as you hit the market you become a target

They force you to rap about your glamour and auctions

Bitches rapping “I’m a savage, beautiful and ratchet”

“Beautiful” isn’t a characteristic they match with

Women playing it in the car, they like the bumpy beat

The ladies hear it and cry “why sell your bodies to creeps!”

Sheesh, what a world where the labels love the feet

Give no praise for literacy unless it’s boycotted

Ghetto bops are the same just for men, that’s the 2 options

It ain’t just the girls who’s future is at stake

It’s men to, just different levels what I’m saying

I can do this concept and flip onto myself

But this is for showing you the true worlds health