This is a song about "Pickering mans"

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

That happen to act like a black president

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

But it seems like a scene outta flick