This is a song about "How about a penis"

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

To cut like a knife in the gut or a penis in the but of a slut. what you didn't like that

Not about how i had given tha pussy a beating/

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

I delete they history

Talkin' about how life can be,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

As my record label nitpicks at this

Not everyone was born with a penis