This is a song about "Male masculinity"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

And then along came the wrong man for her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for