This is a song about "Independent woman"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

If a grown woman is comfortable with her sexuality,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

We become so dependent on believing the government when they say we independent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I want a woman not a lady