Mama, are you happy? When that job that you're working is taxing Divisive, defenseless, I'm quiet, yet aim to be daring I want to be loud and proud, this shit is illusion, the industry scares me I thought since my titties were pretty, I'd conquer not cower, I'm louder, I'm bigger The women are at war, the women are at war The women are at war, the women are at war They're asking me what am I wearing I tell them to watch what you say when you ask for me For each inch I bend to your knees, I'm closer to causing a quake on the ground floor I'm clawing away at my beauty I'm ugly, I'm crass, I'm choosy I'm picky 'cause you can not do me Planting my feet in the mud The women are at war, the women are at war The women are at war, the women are at war Run the beat and roll Do the city lights Smart mouth, bad wife I came from the women that'll bust a door down Pick a fight wit' you, cut the lights wit' you Know it's in my blood Know the buddaddada, no Know when I'm robbin' the check in a summin' When I'm robbin' the check out a summin' Robbin' the self check out of something The women are at war Self check out, something The women are at war The women are at war, the women are at war It's okay if I don't got it figured out, it's fine Hol' up, when did my body determine my gender? And when did your labels land on my agenda? Even when body don't feel right, body can function so body can survive