This is a song about "Dark skinned men"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Nastiest over-limit went men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

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

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

So rest your weary heart

I had never fit in with the men.

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid