This is a song about "Bad things about men"

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

The things that i can rap about that is real

She did things that were bad

It's all good, finna dog that

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Thinking about the way things used to be

So while the world goes drake crazy

Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about

High on loud when i be ridin' out