This is a song about "Independent women"

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

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

But if i can't batter the women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

The women think i am

Pushing in my mama van

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

Because he made his decision

Looking at these women

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Women troubles family problems

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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