This is a song about "Ginger men"

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

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

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

I had never fit in with the men.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Bet i get like 8 of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then