This is a song about "Old white conservative men"

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Vijay singh and all of them

They'll never become better men

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men