This is a song about "Cis male"

It's harder on a black male, wonder why we inhale, all our family trails,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,