This is a song about "Male privates"

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

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,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

European model white bitch is eating donuts