This is a song about "Made men"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

What the fuck happened to rap when

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

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

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men