This is a song about "A male stri"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Hold my tears i tried my best

Its gonna be a a test

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

This a roaster, bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.