This is a song about "Great men"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Nastiest over-limit went men

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Then lost her faith again

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

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Of pleasure, jill you did great

J. cole runnin' late

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men