This is a song about "Male"

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

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

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts