This is a song about "Naked women"

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

I'ma make u naked, releasing your trouser's suspender

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

You can get naked or just keep on your shirt

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

But if i can't batter the women

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I don't need fallen women

Can’t you see just how long my run

Looking at these women

Yeah i ain't done

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I aint afraid to hit women