This is a song about "Beaten women"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

I wonder why we take from our women

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I am some kind of beaten up kid

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Looking at these women

I pop one, you pop one

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You treat me like garbage for no legit reason, we'll it's time to be beaten/

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I don't need fallen women

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision