This is a song about "Mice and men"

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

Got tired of running from the police

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Grab out paper and pen, i'm breaker o' men, whoops...

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay