This is a song about "Independent woman"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And every woman looking at you knew that you was kinda lucky

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

If a grown woman is comfortable with her sexuality,

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Everytime i talked to that woman i got hurt

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt