This is a song about "Male masculinity"

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

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

And there's little to be glad for

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

And 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,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner