This is a song about "Jc loves men"

Magic city tipping them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Here i go again, searching for love

That my tigress loves his highness

Loves whatever you make it

You can't tell me shit

So here i am at the store for some chips

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

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

I had never fit in with the men.

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

He loves me but that's not all

Bitch, i was born to ball