This is a song about "Dumb men"

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Stupid, dumb 'n undeserving, shit's worthless.

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I had never fit in with the men.

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again