This is a song about "Rapped women"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Barely rapped for a month and i just tear through it

Me and my microphone could be one

Ross and folarin, couple women

And these shape-shifting hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Yeah but god damn when he rapped it he came hard!

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But if i can't batter the women

But if i can't batter the women

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Stopped for a bit, but then i rapped again, whats happening.

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I don't need fallen women