This is a song about "Real men wear pink"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Cause men lie, women lie

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pink bandanna is my suit

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

They'll never become better men

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

For her style is rarity for anything else she could not wear

Can't think straight rant pink crate

When the club gets played

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

When i wear a fedora,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh