This is a song about "Diss women"

These other rappers are never sastified with women

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

I don't need fallen women

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Cause you are on the diss,

Trick trick got them passes

Catch you up on places i've been

Looking at these women

Miami nights, ain't another one

And they only talk about women

But if i can't batter the women

Cold, my style making my nose run

My dad been with half of california's women

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen