This is a song about "Male strippers"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

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

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

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

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 probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

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/

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones