This is a song about "Old men"

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

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

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Gets harder than rihanna when

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Suck my lolly pop then

Not fucking enough to be contenders. just sad old men at home watching

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

If a nigga didn't fake like them

They'll never become better men

Then those bitches who grew old.

Black woman you cold

Nastiest over-limit went men

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again