This is a song about "Men s insecurity on their masculinity"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Girthin' on their tonsils

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Sucking on the teat of insecurity

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Women talk about men in the beginning but never seem to have their

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,