This is a song about "Black men"

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

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

I had never fit in with the men.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Nastiest over-limit went men

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Marshmallows inside my pen

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Black as black like the blacktop/

That means i have no block

Sneak up on attack

And i thought i was black