This is a song about "Other"

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

'bout to get my other car

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

I'm in my other car

As: and while you’re in my mother

Others dance with each others other,

And everybody's having sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Remember we look out for each other,