This is a song about "Got out anymore"

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

I got problems, that i don't want to let out.

Ain’t no secrets anymore,

By the phone, no call

Nowadays got it all figured out,

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

You see i gotta go to war

Plus no one picks on me anymore

But you don't have to wait anymore

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Keep coming back for more

I can't hear them anymore,

Not relying on the light no more

You don;t thin anymore