This is a song about "Black men dont die"

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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I had never fit in with the men.

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Bet i get like 8 of them

They'll never become better men

Bad hoes i'm seen with them