This is a song about "Fuck men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Fuckin call him a faggot, he's attracted to men

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

The user not the one of the middle men.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them