This is a song about "Male"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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