This is a song about "Cis male"

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

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts