This is a song about "Fight with women"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

The you should look up in the stars

Fight your wrongs, pick em out with tongs,

My dad been with half of california's women

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

With plenty of money and women

I told him get his 9 and run

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

You just working with the scraps you was given

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Is when we play fight with the pillows

Ain't no women at the shows

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart