This is a song about "Male"

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

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones