This is a song about "Mans"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

And bijies like im out and

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Sit the fuck down and enjoy this mans deepest confessions.

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big