This is a song about "Death to men"

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

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

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

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Don't sell out to any faction that make you billboards for the mad men

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees