This is a song about "Old white conservative men"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

And it rules everything around them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Cause men lie, women lie

You other brothers can’t deny

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

But for long time i had gone cold

These wack bitches getting old

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,