This is a song about "Dark skinned men"

Like a small garage in your backyard

I talk to myself in the dark

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I had never fit in with the men.

Had to wear the 13's with them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

So rest your weary heart

Two for ten, after dark

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

After dark, one more to chalk

Your chick said i'm hot

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

We never tattle, let god handle that