This is a song about "Male privates"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

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

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner