This is a song about "Male masculinity"

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

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

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner