This is a song about "Male stripers"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

And there's little to be glad for

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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