This is a song about "Brenda and naseem"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And remember what i said and

Had to wear the 13's with them

And get it again and again

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Talking of the gods you serve

And their mothers and fathers

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And kill yourself and your clique

From the back seat, back seat