This is a song about "Mans"

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Sit the fuck down and enjoy this mans deepest confessions.

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting