This is a song about "Women voting"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Every beautiful women at my waist

Catch you up on places i've been

Looking at these women

I aint afraid to hit women

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

But if i can't batter the women

So now she picks up the gun

All my women fly as shit,

You don't mean that, you faggot

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

So they quit voting me, so i say fuck cyphers and props,

I don't need fallen women

I told him get his 9 and run

But if i can't batter the women

Cold, my style making my nose run