This is a song about "Stupid white men"

I had never fit in with the men.

I'll never call you bitch again

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And the men are seen as stupid, saying "ladies love us",

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

Make room for the groom married to his music