This is a song about "Trapped women"

Looking at these women

I'm a son of a gun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

With plenty of money and women

Can’t you see just how long my run

And they only talk about women

Ain't no women at the shows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Trapped in a never-ending barrage of hopelessness/

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I scalp women like zito

And yall niggas the right flow

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Trapped without mercy, forever alone.