This is a song about "Trapped women"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

This leading path of action gotta me feeling kinda trapped

Ain't no women at the shows

I gotta teach hoes

These other rappers are never sastified with women

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Cold, my style making my nose run

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

I don't need fallen women

With plenty of money and women

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

No more will we cry

Cause men lie, women lie

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,