This is a song about "Male"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

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

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,