I was listening to Eminem's new album a few days ago, and while most of the album has a bit of a red pill vibe to it, one song in particular stood out to me: So much better [I recommend you listen to the song before you read my analysis]

Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say?

I wasn't at the studio, bitch, what'cha do? Screw Dre?

You went there looking for me? Boo, that excuse is too lame

Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg

Right away we start off heavy. He accuses her of screwing around, acknowledges her gold digging alpha cock guzzling ways and calls her out on them.

You trying to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say

"Okay, yeah and I'm coo-coo, ay?"

Well, screw you, and I'll be the third person who screwed you today

Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- oohm touché

You were too two-faced for me, thought you was my number one, true-blue ace But you ain't

And I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face

Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo

Once again, acknowledging her cumdumpsterness, He rebuffs several attacks from her as she tries to rationalize it as his fault. A bit later in the song we get lines like:

Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art

Cause she ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage

Who do you think you a-are, bitch?

Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet

But I'll never say the L-word again

The third verse is particularily red pill, with him DHV'ing and running dread game:

And I'mma have a whale of a time being a single sailor

For the night, bitch on a scale of

1 to 10, shit, I must be the holy grail of

Catches ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (Dayla)

I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor

Made for me, say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her

These bitches trying to get attached, but they're failing to latch onto the tail of

My bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer

Like I'm itching to get hitched

Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch

But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch

Bitch you complain when you listen to this

But you still throw yourself at me, that's what I call pitchin' a bitch

That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on-site

Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike

He also notes the double nature of girls, when they complain about jerks yet throw themselves at them all the same.

Oye-yoy-yoy, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls, oink-oink-oink You fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink

Acknowledging the fact that the average american girl is useless for anything except sex. Overall, it is an excelent red pill song, covering several of the major red pill tenets including DHV, women being gold diggers, aloofness, alpha chasing, sluttyness, etc.