This is a song about "Independent women"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Ain't no women at the shows

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

These other rappers are never sastified with women

I wonder why we take from our women

Just to match the grind with precision

Ross and folarin, couple women

For those whey no fit dey fix son

And i like my girls with ambition

Women always on a mission

All my women fly as shit,

And you all will respect that

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

But if i can't batter the women

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet