This is a song about "Male models"

I pipe in and one night her

We poppin' models like dahmer

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

It to others got two role models aka brothers

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner