This is a song about "Death to men"

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Take a seat, while i verbally beat you to death

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

On family day, i'm made to play, 'till ignorant men fade away,

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less