This is a song about "Old white conservative men"

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Conservative shit but the losers is striking we stay where the kites retaliate

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

So we can live again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son