This is a song about "Disregarding males and getting mon"

And i ain't getting breathless

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And then along came the wrong man for her

Just me getting higher and higher

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Mind and memory are getting polluted

You left your nigga on his own

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Half of us males dont even love our mate