This is a song about "Trappin out the bamdo"

Never lookin for a handout

But the truth always comes out

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Smoke all out the window

Yea and this is something to think about

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

I must go like fly route

The coldest bout to show out

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going