This is a song about "Male"

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

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

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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

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