This is a song about "Loving men"

The all loving immaculate master of all,

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

They'll never become better men

Had to wear the 13's with them

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

I had never fit in with the men.

Nastiest over-limit went men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I'll never call you bitch again

Cause men lie, women lie

Hear the rambling in the sky

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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