This is a song about "Male"

It's harder on a black male, wonder why we inhale, all our family trails,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Like im a male nurse, check my purse, you know i got big banks,

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner