This is a song about "Independent women"

But if i can't batter the women

So now she picks up the gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Cold, my style making my nose run

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

These other rappers are never sastified with women

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Women troubles family problems

Lost my nigga over nothing though

I scalp women like zito

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Women always on a mission

With plenty of money and women

I pop one, you pop one