This is a song about "Free the men"

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Free the masons like benjamin franklin

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

They don't see the corner men and the crack that they smoke,

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

But we should be body to body

Blood on the cross set me free

I swear the free masons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son