This is a song about "Spencer loves men"

Ran outside to see the big show

Yo girl just loves my flow

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I had never fit in with the men.

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

The race war, when it's us against all of them

It's all good, finna dog that

Loves whatever you make it

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

I never fit in with them light skins

These joints here not found at the mall

He loves me but that's not all