This is a song about "Men of 810"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

I had never fit in with the men.

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

They'll never become better men

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Cause men lie, women lie

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Show me what you got , and i will show you too cause i am whatever ( i ) say i am

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men