This is a song about "I hate women"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Try set up my life for a positive livin, its how i get my women.

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I never understood how women came as inferior

Everyday i hate, i loath,

She's bad and she knows

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

But if i can't batter the women

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love