This is a song about "Men s butts"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Nastiest over-limit went men

So we can live again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

It´s the battle of life

Inferior, but i'm nice

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.