This is a song about "Male"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

While you starin' over your shoulder

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

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

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave