This is a song about "Men s butts"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Amen, they say you only live once

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Flyer then the rest of them