This is a song about "Old white women"

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

With plenty of money and women

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Cinnamon tone women and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

My dad been with half of california's women

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Ain't no women at the shows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Women always on a mission

And i love your mind and ambition

I know what you do with that

All my women fly as shit,