This is a song about "Minute men"

I like to call that a quick flip

Can i get real for a split minute

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I had never fit in with the men.

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I was vicious the minute

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Cause men lie, women lie

That new c-l fly

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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