This is a song about "Male"

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

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

You know...you know who you are

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her