This is a song about "I hate women"

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat

But if i can't batter the women

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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I wonder why we take from our women

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

A women with two black eyes, i told you everything twice

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Women , i call my mother/ the one who resented me because

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait