This is a song about "Shout em all"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And shout out to all the other rap chicks.

Take em all to bed call a treaty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To them it's just a story

Not with all of em, maybe forty

But don't just pay attention to 'em, all of 'em are tripping,

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

Shout to all the muthafuckers who pushed me to it

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

So that we can be queens cleans out the doubt so they could shout all about

Same thing that kept 'em down, oppressed 'em all for centuries,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

As i'm watching the snow fall

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"