This is a song about "Male"

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

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

That's why i keep my friends limited, keep them hoes interested

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

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

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

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner