This is a song about "Shallow women"

Looking at these women

They had a hell of a run

My dad been with half of california's women

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Ain't no women at the shows

Here they keep a rachet close

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I wonder why we take from our women

I'm caged up in state prison

Ross and folarin, couple women

But if i can't batter the women

She watchin' that oxygen

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Shallow life deep conversations hearts in ruins

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough