This is a song about "Women clyde"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

On some bonnie and clyde shit

Well, i can handle that

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But if i can't batter the women

But if i can't batter the women

And modify your opinion

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

My drive is like no one

Looking at these women

To race or religion not even women

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son