This is a song about "Idiot men"

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Than an average idiot

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

And it rules everything around them

I had never fit in with the men.