This is a song about "Male"

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

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

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts