This is a song about "Tasty men"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I had never fit in with the men.

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

But you still have a tasty family ready for me.

Lookin' for these better days

Like in mice in men find a cave,