This is a song about "Bad things about men"

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

It's all good, finna dog that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,