This is a song about "Women in leadershi"

I wonder why we take from our women

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

With plenty of money and women

Me and my microphone could be one

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Two reflections into one

But if i can't batter the women

I'm a son of gun

Looking at these women