This is a song about "She male"

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

It's harder on a black male, wonder why we inhale, all our family trails,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Is she happy is she angry or confused

In my drawsring, ring, ring

She say she tired of lying

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

She said the nigga she hated

Now you got me hopped up on that

She loves me she loves me not

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit