This is a song about "Male"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for