This is a song about "Male"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

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

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

That's too many problems, too late to think over

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Regardless to all them, i appease her