I wear black while suckers wear pink.

You have girls that sing about guys ain't paying their bills and men are this and men are that and I write about women who want to go out for free, they don't want to pay for the dinner, they try to get over, they wanna leave.

They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join, right with 'em. But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic.

As I get older, I 've shied away from a lot of convention. I've just been making my records.

I'm not against women. I'm not against men. I just write about me telling my side of how I would say something.

Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your Rolls Royce

I mean the world is a place where it feels like a woman has to go out everywhere in society, you have to buy her and cook her a meal and stuff.