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

I see young black males being treated, came from nothing,

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Just me getting higher and higher

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

And i ain't getting breathless

Here i go again, falling in love

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

As my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter

Mind and memory are getting polluted

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick