This is a song about "Fuck the women"

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Beautiful women come at the drop of dime

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,