This is a song about "Great men"

Of pleasure, jill you did great

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Guess i'm self made

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I'm the other guy

Cause men lie, women lie

And do i need to mention when

I had never fit in with the men.

And ejaculate, it feels great

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

They'll never become better men

Flyer then the rest of them