This is a song about "Independent woman"

I hear her crying she's a woman of a strength

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

If a grown woman is comfortable with her sexuality,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

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

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Another dead woman,another bad boys

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Ain't no woman that would ever fuck with you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard