This is a song about "Male"

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

The only time i flirt with her

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

That's too many problems, too late to think over