This is a song about "Male"

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

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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