This is a song about "Sweaty men"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Rich white and black white-washed men/

So we can live again

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I don't care what it did to them

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men