This is a song about "Male"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

I got something you've been waiting for

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner