This is a song about "Male"

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

Of impactful things one can ask for

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

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

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

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

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