This is a song about "Being independent from men"

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Where i free the people from being a colony

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Refrain from being semi-automatic/ just remember they are pathetic