This is a song about "Women beaters"

I don't need fallen women

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

With plenty of money and women

Took me a while just to write those

Ain't no women at the shows

Ross and folarin, couple women

Hard to move on when you always regret one

And they only talk about women

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

Wife beaters, it's the end of your cardigans run

She vying for number one, tryna be number one