This is a song about "Con men"

Put the purp in the blunt

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

The user not the one of the middle men.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

So we can live again

They'll never become better men

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Driving my car to a foreign place