This is a song about "Fuck the women"

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

But if i can't batter the women

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

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

Just to match the grind with precision

But if i can't batter the women

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great