This is a song about "Male strippers"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

They call me a freak cuz i like to visually fuck these strippers for i strip em/

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent