This is a song about "Male privates"

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great 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,

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I got something you've been waiting for

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts