This is a song about "Male"

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner