This is a song about "Pillar men"

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I had never fit in with the men.

I wish i’ll never see you again

Vijay singh and all of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The user not the one of the middle men.

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

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers