This is a song about "Men of 810"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

My verse seduces everyone i can here the sound of men grasping their shafts,

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I rather give you my last to see you live again

The user not the one of the middle men.

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Suck my lolly pop then