This is a song about "Male"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

And then along came the wrong man for her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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