This is a song about "Male"

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

But a frowning smile that has overcame it's fears of its own past mistakes

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Or something that you paid for

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

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,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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