This is a song about "Hairy men"

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

With hairy and primitive skin

Girl listen, trying to position

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then