This is a song about "Little mind made men"

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Till your ligaments' stiff when rigarmortis get you little men sittin'

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Nastiest over-limit went men

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

They'll never become better men