This is a song about "Male privates"

Then the stars don't even matter

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

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

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And then along came the wrong man for 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