This is a song about "Fuck the women"

This is dedicated to the women of the world...

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

I think that she knows

Ain't no women at the shows

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

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

The city's forgiven all the sinnin that we do wit women,

But if i can't batter the women

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

But if i can't batter the women how the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then

Women are in the kitchen or they're cleanin' the hallway,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay