This is a song about "Fighting women"

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Cold, my style making my nose run

I don't need fallen women

I was born to do the damn thing

You just keep on fighting

Hard to move on when you always regret one

With plenty of money and women

Looking at these women

They'll have to rename this one

And they only talk about women

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Had i not been exposed to these things

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women