This is a song about "Fine women"

To race or religion not even women

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

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

My dad been with half of california's women

I wonder why we take from our women

But somehow it made them listen

With a memory so fine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

But if i can't batter the women

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

But if i can't batter the women

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I'm starting to seem fine,