This is a song about "Men loveing dick"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

They'll never become better men

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

So you finally got the nerve

And the old men snore at marshall mathers