This is a song about "Male strippers"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Yeah, right, get over here faster

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.