This is a song about "Big men"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

They'll never become better men

I'll never call you bitch again

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Marshmallows inside my pen

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Like in mice in men find a cave,

This is no trial, this a closed case

I'm the other guy

Cause men lie, women lie

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Fuckin call him a faggot, he's attracted to men