This is a song about "Mans"

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

But your one lucky girl your mans here to pick you up

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand